Kai Pov
The air was thick with the acrid stench of burnt wood and flesh as I climbed down from my horse.
The ground beneath me was blackened, the once-solid cobblestones cracked and uneven from the force of the explosion.
A layer of ash covered everything like a thick fog, swirling slightly with every movement.
The entire street was eerily silent. No voices, no movement—just the lingering echoes of the destruction that had taken place.
The people had retreated into their huts, doors locked, windows shut. They were afraid. Rightfully so.
Whoever had orchestrated this attack had made their presence known, and the clan was still reeling from the shock of it.
I crouched down, running my fingers through the ash before bringing it close to my nose.
The scent was strange.
It wasn’t g
